crimson bustling bristles

bursting forth

spreading misty powdered love

remind me of home in a time and a place that

maybe never really was.

perhaps never was.

i climbed it’s branches in my youth,

i now only scamper with my thoughts and memories.

bustling bursts of hue.

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